Hello Errybody! SO this is chapter two in my lovely story! Thank you to my LOVELY Beta bethheartsbooks, if you need one message her! :) Anyways enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassins Creed, if I did Lilia would exist.
A small little girl sat in the middle of a sandbox in her backyard and wasn't paying attention to the sand, but her surroundings; something was wrong. She was suddenly catapulted into a room filled with blood, her parents mutilated, drained bodies on the floor. She looked up to see the only other man she trusted in her life holding the bloody knife. In a flash he was in front of her pointing a gun straight at her face; he pulled the trigger and..."NO!" Lilia gasped sitting up in the bed, her tears mingling with her sweat. "Just a Dream," she whispered to herself as she looked at the clock, 5:30. Well it is never a bad time to get in a good morning run and workout, She thought as she hopped out of her bed pushing the dream far away.
Altair woke up in a peaceful state from a deep sleep. Curse this bed it lures you into a deep sleep, He thought as he stood up feeling his joints pop in a soothing way. He sighed happily and scanned his surroundings; nothing looked different from last night. He checked the door to see if it was still locked and it was. With this knowledge he proceeded to go operate the 'shower' and dress in his lovely robes that he missed so.
Ten minutes later he cautiously opened the door and walked down the stairs to a silent house. Where was she? If she was here she definitely would be making SOME noise. What if someone tracked her and had snuck in to kill her? Altair cracked open her room to see if she was still asleep but all he saw was her completely tidy room minus a rumpled bed. Where was she? Why would someone take her but not me? Altair was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't identify the voice that softly asked, "Altair?" Instead his instincts kicked in responding to the touch on his shoulder by flipping the culprit around and holding his hidden blade against their neck. Yet before the blade made contact he was spun to the ground and pinned. With a sneer he focused on the culprit, Allah damn it. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to do that, habit. Sorry," Lilia apologized blushing while getting off of him. Altair quickly got up trying to keep his dignity intact. Both made eye contact and a silence filled the room as he analyzed this small woman once more. Her appearance was much different than last night; her long hair was pulled up into a swirl on top of her head, and was wearing a white sleeveless top with red shorts. Her feet were bare and she had a sheen of sweat glistening against her beige skin. Her eyes lacked the usual makeup he had seen her with causing her eyes to be just a brown glittering with light instead of her usual green flecks sprinkled in there sparkling. As he stood there gazing at her, she took the luxury in doing the same. His hood was down and she could see all of his completely foreign beauty. He had a strong chiseled jawbone with some scruff on it and his eyes were a deep honey brown with golden flecks. His dark hair was short but shaggy, and still a little damp. She marveled at the pale scar contrasting against his tan skin making him seem even more attractive. Oh no, no. Not these thoughts
Luckily both their thoughts were brought back to reality by the rumbling of their stomachs. "Oh, you must be hungry, here let me take a quick shower and I'll make breakfast; you can watch TV," She said picking up some small black object and making a larger black box flicker to life with pictures and then hopped upstairs. Altair sat on the couch in pure amazement, this was most definitely new. The pictures it was showing a yellow box with holes that acted like a person. He deemed this yellow box, or 'SpongeBob' annoying, but it took his mind off of his still wounded dignity. After Altair couldn't handle anymore of this stupid box, Lilia hopped back down the stairs wearing dark blue pants called 'jeans' and a white top that was somewhat flow-y tied at the waist with a red ribbon. Her hair once again hung down low with now wet curls, her eyes glittered with green once more with makeup on them. The last thing she wore was a huge smile making his mouth tug at the corners. "Hungry?" She asked walking into the kitchen. Having quite enough with 'SpongeBob' he walked into the kitchen and took his seat from last night. Once again she was practically dancing around the kitchen, this time though she was making some type of meat strips and round doughy things. They all smelt very good, modern day had the best food. Altair was very curious about this girl and her whereabouts. Was she really an assassin? He decided asking her questions would put his mind to ease, with that he asked, "Where do you come from?"
"Well my ancestry is Italian and German, but besides short visits there for training and missions, I've lived in the United States my whole life." She replied flipping the doughy thing to the other side. "Training? Missions?" Altair questioned. "Yep, Master Assassins must be acclimated to different environments and cultures as to blend properly," She replied grabbing plates and filling cups up with some purple drink. "So you really are a Master Assassin," Altair said mostly to admit it to himself. "Yup, big shocker. Here eat up!" Lilia finished sliding a plate filled with three round dough things and four meat strips accompanied with the only thing he could identify as an apple. By him she set a cup with the purple drink and a bottle of brown liquid. He looked at it inquisitively as Lilia poured some on her round objects and began eating. As to not look anymore strange, he mimicked her and put some syrup on his round things then with a fork and knife took his first bite. "This is good," He blatantly said, stuffing another bite into his mouth and by the time he was done, she was only halfway done. "Glad to see you like it," She said happily, flashing him a smile and taking another bite. "Yes, what was it called?" Altair asked eagerly, his dignity gone out of the window. "The round things are pancakes," She said. "And the red strips?" He asked immediately after. "Bacon, it's from a pig." He then pointed to the brown bottle filled with sweet liquid, "Syrup," then to the empty cup with a splash of purple at the edge, "Grape juice," She answered. "Thank you," He said with a smile, she beamed back and with one final bite picked up the dishes and put them in the sink and started to wash them. "You can go back to watching TV while I'm washing these," She suggested scrubbing at something on the plate. "I'm fine here, I'm not fond of the annoying yellow box," he replied watching her. "Annoying...yellow...Oh you mean SpongeBob?" She giggled noticing a slight blush in his tan skin. Altair didn't answer, he was slowly noticing his wounded dignity once more and the blush was NOT helping. "I need to go back to my time," He stated. "Yes, yes you do. Come on, let's go to the Bureau," She said setting down the last dish into some type of metal box that she closed and it started to make a whirring noise.
"You don't live at the Bureau?" He asked following her as she walked through the door they entered in last night. "I thought that would be obvious, but no we have spread out so if we ever do get ambushed there still are survivors," She answered opening a closet door in the room and pushing at a certain part of the wall in there. Then she pushed some buttons and then stuck her thumb on top of a box that appeared out of the wall and it examined her thumb. Once it was done a part of the wood moved in the corner of the closet. She dropped down the hole, climbing down a ladder first and he followed her, leading them to a dark tunnel. "Lights," She called and the tunnel flickered to life with fake lights. She stepped onto some type of metal platform with rails and motioned for him to join her. With apprehension he stepped onto the platform and once he did it started to move. This made his insides twist with fear and tug on his hood for security asking Lilia, "What's happening?"
"We have to take a little ride on this to get to my office; these are underground tunnels. Really cool and secret. Sit down and make yourself comfortable," She said sitting down on a metal chair and pulling out a book from nowhere. Altair sat down and studied her once more. How is it, that she's always so graceful even when she's lounging about in that chair? He mumbled something incoherent to himself as he marveled at her golden hair cascading down her side, the curls framing her petite face. Oh how he longed to feel how soft they were...his hand twitched and instantly he clamped down on his thoughts. Unacceptable, she is not from your time, she is one of your fellow brothers, and girls are just a bad idea. Altair Ibn-La'Ahad this must stop now. Altair sighed slowly and decided to ask more questions to distract his mind from her alluring features. Ah damn it, Altair you just called her alluring. He clamped down the thoughts once more.
"When did you join the Brotherhood? If that's what they still call it," Altair questioned studying a piece of metal by her. "16 years ago and yes it is still the Brotherhood," She replied, her brilliant eyes scanning the pages. Stop thinking that way. "When did you achieve the rank Master Assassin?" He asked banishing his thoughts and focusing on the metal once more. "3 years ago," She answered her lips somehow shining in this fake light. He licked his lips wondering how they would feel against his. Allah Almighty Stop! Biting his lip to bring his thoughts from their downward spiral with pain he asked, "How old are you?"
"25," She nonchalantly said, placing down her book and getting up to press some buttons on the platform. "You became a master assassin at age 22?" Altair said dumbfounded, he had her beat out. "Yes, and you became GRAND Master Assassin at age 25," She teased as she punched in more buttons. "How did you come to the Brotherhood?" He asked innocently shocked at her response. Her posture became rigid and her fingers froze; her eyes ceased to sparkle and an overwhelming darkness overcame them. "That's none of your business," She coldly responded staring off into nowhere. Altair quickly responded not liking this part of her. "I'm sorry if I offended you, don't feel obligated to answer that question," He replied trying to make that cold gaze go away. She instantly snapped out of it, her eyes lighting up and glittering, a smile coming to her face. "Okay we will be there in a couple of minutes, wait until you see it. It's fascinating!" She happily chirped once more sitting down and reading her book. This woman is definitely a puzzle...
Ooo ominous ending! What has happened in her past? What does the Bureau hold for her and Altair? Why does he find SpongeBob annoying?! All this to be answered (minus SpongeBob, thats kind of obvious). Anyways once again thank you to my Beta and my reviewers and people that favorite. Rate and Review lovelies. Ch.3 out in a week (hopefully). ;)